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“You saw him again, didn’t you?” Devin asked. “The sorcerer.”
He could smell it so clearly, his face buried into Darian’s neck. Though he embraced his armour-clad brother to welcome him back, his grip tightened on the cold silver and gold plate as the offensive odour assaulted him without warning. The dreaded stench of that fucking sorcerer.
With grooming habits equally as vain as his choice of dress, the rapier-wielding cad always wore the same perfume – pine with a hint of lemon. Devin grew to hate the smell of fresh pine solely from these visits, insofar as to grimace even encountering it in the wild, and he swelled with boiling fury each time Darian returned reeking of sweat mixed with pine and lemon. The implication of the events that transpired bore a hole into his fragile heart. The audacity, the betrayal, the...
Darian released himself from Devin’s embrace and began to untie the strings of his rucksack. The weary floorboards of the old shack groaned in protest as Darian turned to approach some abandoned boxes that served them as a crude table and chairs. As he methodically removed his possessions to place upon the table, lit by a single candle, Devin wondered how many of those items which the brothers shared between them had been tainted by the touch of silken white glintstone-embedded gloves.
“Well?” Devin pressed, crossing his arms against his scuffed cloth robe. He knew his brother, an unchanging stone, would say nothing, aware that any words uttered of Rogier would upset his twin. Devin knew it well, all too well for the countless times this same event has played out. But in a twisted way, he relished the day Darian would elaborate on his affairs with the emerald-eyed spellblade, allowing him to finally have an excuse to unleash the stewing rage and fear of abandonment that his mind grew ever stronger from carrying.
“Will you help me?” Darian asked, raising his arms and ignoring the question. With a huff, Devin came to assist in removing the armour. Silver entwined with gold, a symbol of the twins’ bond, yet tinged yellow from the ambient rays of the towering Erdtree. Normally he would be ecstatic to be of service to his brother, but undressing him like this was merely a mockery of the experience he now shared with a certain sorcerer.
The chill of the straps’ buckles barely had an effect against Devin’s calloused hands as he focused on removing Darian’s chestplate. He gently brushed aside Darian’s ponytail, his hair frizzed and clumped from sweat. In the candlelight, Devin caught a glimpse of bite marks on the pale skin of his brother’s neck, and his mind drowned into the vast ocean of whirling thoughts, blurred images and words racing past him like rising waves as he struggled to find a single spot to anchor his feelings. Only hours before was the sorcerer doing the same thing, removing Darian’s chestplate affixed with the ever-blind statue head, as if to laugh from afar at Devin’s exclusion from this intimate part of his twin’s life.
From the moment they were born, they only had each other, cast aside by society and forced to seek solace with one another, sharing every thought, shred of cloth and scrap of food to ensure survival. As long as his older brother stood by his side, Devin could overcome any obstacle, any burden, any herculean task that would crush a normal man to pieces.
But his faith wavered with the addition of a new pest that forced itself into Darian’s life – a pretty little sorcerer who somehow could seduce his brother into doing anything he wanted with a teasing wink or a brush of his hand. Who did he think he was, barging into their life like that? What did Darian see in him? Just a pompous street magician with a stupid hat. Darian mentioned before that he may be of royal blood, or at least of a noble family, and the thought of a nobleman picking up a poor, orphaned street boy for cheap fun sent a mirthless chuckle up through Devin’s throat at the time. Aristocratic good-for-nothings should be hanged.
As he helplessly swam in the ocean, the waves unveiled a buried memory of a time when he caught the two. The image of the sorcerer’s slutty face scrunched-up in pleasure, gleefully allowing his greedy hole to take every inch of Darian’s cock, the flexed tendons of his hands nearly bursting as they gripped the stained bedsheets... it burned and seared and gnawed at Devin’s mind, why did that wretched sorcerer receive that blissful experience and not him? Why wouldn’t Darian bless Devin with the same feeling?
“I’ll do it,” Darian’s gentle voice broke him out of his reverie. “Looks like it’s too tight. I can do it.”
Confused, Devin looked down. He found his hands idly fumbling with a knot that tied the chestplate to the gambeson.
“What?” Devin said, shooting him a look of disgust. His cheeks grew red as he furrowed his brow. “I’ve helped you with your armour your entire life. We designed it, together! You think I can’t help you now?! It’s because of him, isn’t it?!”
“Devin,” said Darian, voice smooth as silk, immobile in its tenor just as he was immobile in his beliefs. “You were having trouble, so I wanted to help you.”
Normally, Devin would apologize and that would be it. But the pitchfork of his thoughts prodded him incessantly, piercing his skull over and over with the burning spikes of anxiety.
I’m not needed anymore.
I’m useless.
Darian has someone else.
He caught a whiff of that awful pine once again and heat soared up in his core. He clenched his fists, ignoring the pain as he dug his nails into his palm, his vision crystallizing into a mosaic from the hasty arrival of warm dampness in his eyes.
“Shut up!” Devin cried as he spun away from the object of his affection. “Tell me the truth! You don’t need me anymore, is that it! You’re going to leave me all alone to run off with that fucking sorcerer!”
Darian said nothing for a moment. He would never lie, not to his brother nor anyone else. But he hesitated to explain to Devin that those moments he stews on – moments of breathless gasps, the wetness of mixing body fluid and salty-tasting skin – were moments that are not to be shared with one’s twin brother. Despite having shared their entire lives with one another, this intimacy was only reserved for his lover, the stout-hearted spellblade Rogier.
“That isn’t it. Of course I need you, you are my brother.” Darian placed a hand upon the teary Devin’s shoulder. The twin paused for a moment to scoff, but still leaned into Darian’s touch. “I love you, Devin. Such things do neither of us good to say. I will always value you above everyone else.”
Darian’s suave and tender voice calmed his younger brother. Devin wiped the tears from his eyes, nodded and sullenly continued to remove his brother’s armour bit-by-bit until he was left in only his pants. Darian rewarded his service with a pat on the head. He laid into his bedroll on the creaky floor, stretched out his tensed muscles, and closed his eyes.
The sting of abandonment still taunted Devin, and he felt the intense urge to be close with his twin. He invited himself into Darian’s bedroll, curling up to his brother’s warm, pale flesh. Darian responded by wrapping his arm around his twin’s shoulder, and Devin felt at peace. He admired his brother’s defined musculature as they lay together, their quiet, synchronized breaths the only sound that mattered in the still air of autumn.
He must do the same thing with the sorcerer, doesn’t he? A thought protruded like a knife from his skull. Sharing his body heat with that stupid whore. Seeing all of Darian whole...
He forced his eyes shut, wincing, yet the thought didn’t escape him. He knew everything about Darian, or so he thought. But the sorcerer knew things he didn’t.
Rogier knew how to make Darian feel good. He knew the taste of his fluids, the pitch of his gasps of pleasure, the feeling of Darian’s cock deep inside of him. Why wasn’t Devin privy to this knowledge? They were twins, after all, and twins should share everything...
The heat and closeness of his brother, combined with the intrusive musings, set his mind alight, and his hand, resting upon Darian’s chest, twitched.
What does Darian feel like? Devin wondered, though this was neither the first nor last time he wondered this. It was a recurring thought that infiltrated his mind constantly throughout his life, more so with the advent of Darian’s relationship with Rogier. Where does Darian like to be touched? I want to make him feel good, better than what the sorcerer can do...
Rogier’s scrunched-up visage invaded Devin’s thoughts again, and he felt his pants tighten as he imagined how good Darian must feel to have the sorcerer make that face. Good? No, Darian must feel amazing. Oh, how wonderful it must be to feel Darian so deep inside… To be one with him… To see his face filled with pleasure…
He bit his lip and wrapped his leg around his brother, pressing his stiffened crotch against him. His hand gently stroked Darian’s bare chest. Darian sighed contentedly, his eyes closed, innocently enjoying the moment with his dear twin.
“Darian.”
“Hm?”
“Darian,” he said once again, looking to his brother’s eyelids. Darian opened them and met his brother’s longing gaze, filled with desire that, were you to peel off the layer, would only reveal aching loneliness. “Tell me... about the things you do with him... I want to know.”
Darian muscles tensed to stone. He flitted his eyes aside and back to his brother in an instant, and paused for a long while. “Why?”
“I want to know...” Devin repeated, shifting himself against Darian’s leg. The thought of pleasuring himself by using Darian’s body excited him further. “Twins should share everything, shouldn’t they? Tell me...”
Devin no longer cared of Rogier’s expert infiltration into their lives; he decided to push back on the invasion by inserting himself into Rogier’s place upon hearing his brother’s sexual exploits, effectively erasing his existence from Devin’s mind. Otherwise, confronting the realization that his brother’s heart belonged to someone else would be akin to being burned alive.
“What use would sharing such intimate matters be?”
“I want to know what my brother is doing at all times, because I love him. I’ve never done it before, so I want to know... you said you love me, right, Darian? It’s okay, isn’t it? So you should tell me.”
An exasperated look fell upon Darian’s face, and with a deep breath, he exhaled a long sigh and gazed at the ceiling. The dim candlelight cradled his chiselled features, and the low contrast barely made the tone of his pallid skin separate from his nearly-white blonde hair. He studied the low-hanging wooden boards above them that looked as if they were going to fall apart at any moment. Darian suddenly felt the anxiety of those boards collapsing unto them and the dreadful consequences, but he shook away the thought. It will be okay.
“What do you want to know in particular?” Darian finally asked. Although he was not as socially graceful as Rogier, he had learned a few things from him; in this case, he had hoped to sidestep the initial broad request and force it into a funnel that asked for Devin’s input instead.
“Where does he touch you? Where does it feel good?” replied Devin, and Darian immediately regretted acquiescing to his request. Devin’s hand slid from Darian’s chest down to his stomach. “I want to know what makes you feel good. Even though we are twins, I don’t know those things about you. Don’t you think that’s sad? That’s why I’ve been upset since you started seeing him. I don’t like having things kept from me. I’ve never kept anything from you… brother.”
The inflection of his final words stung Darian, who opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated. Devin sighed, his fingers slipping beneath Darian’s pants and caressing his lower abdomen. He twitched in response, but still said nothing.
“I bet he touches you around here, right?” Devin continued, and leaned into Darian’s ear, his hot breath tickling the tiny hairs of the canal. “How does he stroke your cock? Does he suck it, too? It must feel good, right? Having a slutty sorcerer’s tongue all over your body...”
Darian stayed silent, and Devin, growing tired of his brother’s lack of response, shifted his hand further down into Darian’s pants to gently stroke his slight erection. It was warm, no, it was hot, and the very touch of it against Devin’s fingers sent sparks flying through his body.
What is he thinking of? Devin wondered. Is he getting hard over the sorcerer? Or my actions?
Devin slid his tongue over his brother’s nipple, who silently stiffened his body in response. He avoided eye contact with Devin, looking away in embarrassment, as Devin teased him with his tongue, sending blotches of shivers up Darian’s spine. His breathing grew shallower with each stroke of Devin’s hand on his dick, but Devin was unhappy that he held back. He undid his brother’s pants, who did nothing to retaliate, and revealed the pink, veiny prize that he was looking for. As he lowered his head, he caught a brief glimpse of fear in Darian’s eyes, disregarding it and engulfing his mouth with his brother’s now very erect member. A wave of euphoric realization surged through him – he was finally getting the chance with his brother that he’d desperately wished for, for so long. His body swelled with excitement to be able to share this moment with his beloved twin, head bursting with love and desperation to please.
I’ll make you feel good. Better than the sorcerer. You’ll never think of him again.
Darian held out, biting his lip and balling his fists, for he did not want to give his brother the inkling that he accepted his advances. Yet, he loathed to upset him and only wanted him to be happy. He always protected him, especially from the horrors they experienced in their childhood; it was his brotherly duty to ensure Devin lived a peaceful and happy life. He watched helplessly as Devin enjoyed himself, gulping down as much of his brother’s cock as he could without triggering his gag reflex, his tongue sliding up and down the shaft with a slow gentleness that he only reserved for his twin. Devin began to use his other hand to stroke the remainder of the shaft, and Darian broke. He gasped, deeply heaving and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Oh, Devin...” Darian whispered, his breath ragged. He opened his eyes to meet Devin’s, filled with a primal hunger ready to cause his brother additional outbursts. Darian grabbed his twin’s hair and forced him down onto the organ he so eagerly devoured. Darian’s sudden roughness caught Devin by surprise, feeling his body tense up in giddy delight and enjoying the shift from his brother’s normally gentle demeanour. He choked himself on Darian’s throbbing cock, gagging and dripping spittle all over his pubic hair and the bedroll.
Darian indulged himself in his brother’s actions, silently cursing himself but allowing it all the same. Devin relished the sultry, half-lidded stare he was rewarded with, and could barely contain himself as heavy gasps escaped his brother’s lips, his entire body alight with desire.
He desperately wished to be in Rogier’s shoes: to be the receiver of Darian’s love, to be the one Darian thought of when he touched himself. He wanted to replace Rogier in every aspect, and to accomplish such a lofty goal, he knew he must make use of his body – a body identical to his brother at birth, but grown atrophied from his time spent sleeping in the underground city of Nokron. As his tongue glided over the veins and taut skin he so lovingly teased, his breath quivered in excitement from the thought of his stronger older brother hovering over his weaker frame, and using him however he wanted.
“Please use me, Darian,” said Devin, lifting his head up. Trails of saliva followed his tongue and lips, and his blonde bangs clumped upon his face. “Please...”
Devin was yet again met with his brother’s fearful visage, now mixed with longing. Mouth agape, Darian steadied his breathing as he stared at his twin, unable to decide what to do. He was a knight of the Golden Order, an immobile boulder...was he really to succumb to the whims of his younger brother?
“Please, oh please,” Devin begged again. He slid his hand up Darian’s thigh, slightly pouting as he returned his brother’s deep gaze. “Darian, please... I love you… oh please, Darian…”
Darian gritted his teeth, and allowed his world to collapse before him.
“Ah!! ♡”
Devin gasped as Darian slammed into him from behind, violating what was once untouched and meant to be used by a lover rather than one’s brother. He let out a whine, feeling his tight hole stretch to its limit, slathered with oil from Darian’s attempt to prepare him. It felt so good, so warm, the heat was unbearable, setting his body aflame amidst the cold air.
There was nothing he wanted more. Their bodies entwined, Devin savoured feeling every inch of Darian inside of him, euphoric and hungry for more. He craved him deeper, he wanted to feel him so deep, incredibly deep, push him past his limits, absolutely destroy him at his core. He desperately wanted to be broken, to be defiled only by his dearest brother. The insatiable urge gnawed at his brain like a parasite and his body begged for more, thrusting his hips into Darian with each pleasurable stroke.
Darian instinctively responded by shoving Devin down into the bedroll on his side and spreading his legs apart, pinning down his twin’s shoulder while he forced himself deeper inside of the sweet, slippery hole.
“Nghh, ahh, Darian… ♡ oh, aah…!!”
Devin squealed, gripping the thin bedroll as his twin took him over and over again, their skin soaked with sweat. Devin made use of the mix of sweat and oil, and feverishly stroked his own cock, his mind clouded with thoughts of Darian. The stench of their body fluids filled the air like a living censer; it was the combined smell of him and Darian, and nothing of the pine-scented sorcerer remained.
I didn’t know Darian was so dirty… Darian, defile me and make me yours… ♡
The bedroll dampened with Devin’s tears and drool as his entire body shuddered from Darian’s unrelenting thrusts. He felt incredibly full, a fullness only achieved by becoming one with his dearest brother, and the pleasure of feeling Darian’s cock filling him whole was more, so much more than any sensation he’d fantasized about before.
“Oh God…. It feels so good, mmm… Da… Darian, more…”
“D… Devin…”
Intoxicated by the siren song of Devin's high-pitched moans, Darian felt himself approaching his limit. His mind swirled and churned, watching his brother’s face pinch up in pure ecstasy, uncaring of his actions or anything else in the world for that matter. Sating Devin’s unbridled desire is his brotherly duty, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
That hot, mind-destroying feeling bubbling up from between his legs, oh, isn’t it the result of simply doing his familial duty, after all?
What Rogier and Darian partake in is out of lust, but there was something more between the twins, an unbreakable bond, far beyond lust or desire, wasn’t there? He needed to make Devin happy, of course. It was purely duty, and Darian would never abandon his duty.
“Darian, ah, please! ♡ Oh God, Darian, deeper, deeper, more!!”
“Devin, kiss me,” Darian commanded, and he leaned over to force his way into his brother’s willing mouth, mixing saliva and tongues and bringing his pleasure to new, extraordinary heights. Devin wrapped his free arm around Darian’s head, gripping his ponytail; Darian’s head tingled in rapturous delight as he felt every single strand of hair being pulled against his will. The closeness, Devin’s hot breath and the feeling of sworn duty... it was not long before Darian let out a laboured gasp, and Devin felt his brother’s burning hot seed get pumped into him as Darian bear-hugged him with an iron grip. Devin screamed from the sheer force of Darian’s climaxing thrusts, plowing into him with such strength it was as if he was plunging into Devin for dear life.
It was exactly what Devin wanted.
“D-Darian...” Devin stammered after a few moments, catching his breath. Darian let go and stared into his twin’s sparkling blue eyes, heaving hard, his legs trembling. He placed his hand upon his chest and attempted to calm his breathing. After a minute, he fully recollected himself, and exited his brother who sighed. He glanced at his brother’s hole, seeping with viscous white liquid, and closed his eyes for a moment in determination.
“I’ll help,” said Darian, and gently inserted two fingers into Devin.
Devin gasped, planting his feet square on the ground as Darian’s fingers rummaged inside of him. He gripped his pulsing dick in shock as Darian pressed against his swollen prostate, and his insides exploded with indescribable ecstasy, mind filling with stars. Darian’s seed leaked out of him as he caressed his brother, kissing him with the same hot, breathless fervour as he did to Rogier, or perhaps more. Kisses filled with love and kinship, unlike the lustful passion of the spellblade.
But at no point did Rogier enter either of their thoughts; it was only the two of them, now, no one else mattered.
Devin, helpless to his brother’s touch, climaxed as they held a long kiss, his hand milking the white fluid that expelled onto his belly. He released his lips from Darian and caught his breath, heaving drawn-out breaths with closed eyes, his now-limp cock smeared with his own seed. Darian rolled onto his side and stared at his brother’s peaceful visage, his long bangs obscuring much of his face. He brushed his twin’s sweat-tinged hair behind his ears and smiled. Devin opened his eyes and returned the smile.
“Was I useful?” Devin asked. “I made you feel good, right?”
Darian nodded.
“I want to make you feel good like this all the time, okay?”
Again, Darian nodded.
Darian can never abandon me now.